"Does Colin know? Because I feel like Colin should—"
"Beck, I will end you if you don't leave this second."
"Love the jersey, Josie!" Beck calls past me, delighted. "Very on-brand."
Josie makes a sound like a dying kettle into the duvet.
"BECK."
"Okay, okay!" He holds up his hands, backing out. "Zoey's calling, by the way. On the tablet. Hurry up before Mason answers and tells her everything. Which he will. He's a total snitch."
He steps back, leaves the door wide open as I drag a hand down my face and groan.
"I'm so sorry."
But Josie's already laughing, muffled into my chest. "Did he just compliment my jersey?"
"Ignore everything he says, thinks, or does." I press a kiss to her hair, then haul myself up and toss her the leggings off the floor. "Take my Rover. I'll get a lift with the menace. You shouldn't show up the same time I do anyway."
"Right." She slides the leggings on under my jersey, and something flickers across her face. "Still our little secret."
I hate the way that word sounds in her mouth. But there's no time, and apparently mysisteris waiting.Fuck.The whole morning's already a wreck, and I haven't even taken a goddamn piss yet.
Josie grabs her bag and heads for the door, tossing me a quick, almost shy, "See you at the arena."
No kiss. Just a little wave. Like last night didn't rearrange every organ in my body.
Nope.
I catch her by the hem of the jersey and reel her right back in.
"Declan, Beck's literally right there—"
"Don't care."
I kiss her. Slow and deep, one hand cradling her face, the kind of kiss that says all the things I'm not ready to say yet. She softens against me for half a second before she remembers herself and pulls back.
"You're going to get us caught," she whispers.
"Bit late, don't you think?" I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "Go. Drive safe. I'll make sure my asshole of a brother keeps his damn mouth shut."
She slips out, and by the time I make it to the kitchen, it's a full house.
Diego's slumped at the counter, wearing sunglasses indoors while nursing a green smoothie with both hands like a life raft. Mason's eating cereal at the island. Beck's perched on a stool, vibrating with the energy of a man holding the best blackmail of his life.
And on the tablet mounted to the wall, my sister's face fills the screen.
"There he is!" Zoey beams. She's standing in the kitchen of her bakery in the small town of Chilmore. "The man of the hour. What's this I hear about a little…guest…you had?"
"Don't you start."
"Told you he'd still be grumpy," Beck says, stealing Mason's cereal.
"Diego, you look embalmed." I raise a brow and pour myself a coffee. "Big night at Breakers?"
"Too much tequila. I have died and returned,mijo." Diego doesn't lift the sunglasses. "Do not speak to me until noon."
Mason snorts a laugh as Zoey laughs on the screen, and for a second it's just the four of us together again. Loud and easy, the kind of morning that makes the mansion feel like an actual home instead of a place I came to disappear into.